AN: Wow! I am floored by the response this fic has received. :") Haha, I bet it had something to do with Mad-Eye Moody startling the OZ bases as mentioned last chapter. Anyway, I hope this installment is satisfactory. THANK YOU!

Oh, right. Disclaimer. I forgot it last chapter. Basically, I don't own the characters used in the story and make no financial profit from the story.

"Unexpected Family" PART TWO

The Weasley family were enjoying their trip to Egypt. Part of what made the vacation so pleasant was that the eldest of the Weasley brood was stationed there. Bill Weasley worked as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts, the Goblin-run bank. He was more than qualified to lead his family on a tour of the pyramids and the tombs within.

At one point, a reporter from The Daily Prophet arrived to take a photo of the family. True to their nature, twins Fred and George had wrangled their oldest brother into the photo. Bill couldn't help but think it just a little odd that Ron's pet rat, Scabbers, posed on the boy's shoulder. The creature's strange behavior was shrugged off, and the photo was taken.

The photo appeared surrounded by its accompanying article in The Daily Prophet. Of course, it was developed using magical means so the twins occasionally tussled with their siblings, Ginny curled her hair around her finger, Molly chastised the rough-housing children, and Arthur appeased his fussy wife. And Scabbers scurried from one of Ron's shoulders to the other.

Some time after the article and photo were published, Britain's Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, visited the Wizarding prison, Azkaban. His stroll became more of a strut as he entered the section for captured Death Eaters. It had become a favored past time for Fudge, to read off bits of the newspaper in an attempt to taunt the inmates. After a couple of paragraphs of an article, Cornelius would ask one of the prisoners their opinion or try to guess what happened next. Once the plump man tired of teasing with information of the outside world, he'd usually toss the paper into a random cell.

On this day, the vacation photo of the Weasleys caught the eye of one Sirius Black. The gaunt man locked his piercing gaze on the small creature scurrying across a boy's shoulders; the suspicious creature seemed to scamper as if it could feel his stare through the photograph. Intuition and instinct commanded Sirius to investigate further. He politely requested the paper from Fudge, and the Minister rewarded his good manners by slipping the wrinkled paper through the bars.

The smug wizard's departure went unnoticed as Sirius studied the photo. Pale blue eyes seemed to glow from the ever-present shadows of the cell. "A rat missing a toe on its front foot. I've found you, traitor," and then a particularly disturbing laugh echoed down the holding block.

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While most of the Wizarding World was adopting policies to register their citizens according to the FRA, the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic tried to indefinitely postpone enacting the new protocol. Mostly, the pureblood families were pressing/bribing Minister Fudge to avoid the FRA. Dumbledore, however, was dutifully reminding the younger wizard, and in a booming voice so whoever happened to be near heard him. Of course, when the headmaster did this, ministry workers would inquire what he was talking about.

Despite Fudge, Albus brought up the FRA in an open Wizenmont session. The minister sputtered in indignation, but the voting body raptly listened to their Head Wugmump. The session's audience murmured a bit about this new idea.

The headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also brought the Family Reconstruction Act to the attention of his staff. Here, he received affirmative responses right away. Professor Filius Flitwick did pose the question of how the Muggle test would account for hybrids, such as himself and Rubeus Hagrid; to which Albus readily admitted that he had not thought of it and was quite eager to know for himself. The fully human staff inquired where the registration would take place. Dumbledore replied that he would have the answer before the next faculty meeting.

Professor Dumbledore's odd way of spreading the word of the FRA was surprisingly effective. Already many shops along Diagon Alley and the branching Alleys had informed their workers. The owl post office found themselves needing to rent additional Muggle post boxes to handle the sheer number of people needing a Mundane address on the registration paperwork. The shop owners of Hogsmeade inquired if perhaps a registration clinic could open in the small town. Minister Fudge was soon bombarded with questions of the FRA protocol and regulations.

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Lady Une sat across her desk from one of Preventers' most effective agents. The agent sat unnaturally still as his boss's statement sunk in. He, Heero Yuy, somehow had a younger half brother. He ignored the slight tremble of his hand as he reached for the file Sally Po had collected. Dark blue eyes pursued the data hungrily, and a crease formed between his wild eyebrows as he regarded the attending doctor's report and the attached report from the overseeing Preventers.

"So," Lady Une prompted. "Do you want to meet him?"

Astute blue eyes peered at her through the mess of untamable hair. "Affirmative. And I will make my own assessment of his well-being. If his maternal relatives treat him as poorly as Noel and Nicole suspect, a change of custody may be in order."

The director nodded and steepled her fingers in front of her chin. "Also, Agent Wing," the use of his code name intentional, "the United Kingdom's populace, the hidden communities, are much slower than the other magical ministries to register. While you are getting to know Harry, please impress the seriousness of the FRA onto Minister Cornelius Fudge." At Heero's raised eyebrow, Une chuckled. "Perhaps like the confection, he'll melt a bit under the correct kind of heat," she smiled at his eye roll. "I want you to help get the magical citizens registered. You have authority to mobilize a medical tech team if you deem it necessary, but you would have to head security if you do."

Heero Yuy, pilot of Gundam Wing, met Une's hazel-eyed gaze. "Mission accepted."

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Two days after his meeting with Lady Une, Heero stood beside Ted Tonks on a London street. "Thank you for escorting me to the U.K.'s Ministry of Magic, Mr. Tonks."

The wizard gave a pleasant laugh. "Not a problem, Agent. I was going to drop by my daughter's desk anyway. She's an Auror, like a magical equivalent to a police officer, and her department's offices are within the Ministry. So it's no trouble at all."

They walked nearly half a block before Ted spoke again. "Any ideas on what you'll say to convince Fudge to comply with the Family Reconstruction Act? If he's held out this long, I suppose you must have quite the argument on the way."

Heero shrugged. "I have several lines of discussion available. I will adapt to whichever meets the situation, depending on what the minister says."

Ted nodded, and the pair continued to the guest entrance, which was disguised as a telephone booth. The wizard received a badge that read 'pestering family', while Heero's badge read 'Preventers Business'. The next major hurdle was the wand-check desk, as the teenager didn't have a wand - he checked in his side arm Berretta instead, much to the clerk's confusion. The Preventer warily eyed the flying paper airplane memos in the lift, but he ignored them like everyone else otherwise. Ted pulled the young agent along to the Aurors' offices and rapped his knuckles on the door with the nameplate 'Amelia Bones'.

At the call of 'Enter', Mr. Tonks opened the door, and the two men went in. The wizard explained the situation to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, introducing Heero in the process. Amelia decided that she could use a break from her paperwork and that a show of support would likely further the Preventer's case. The newly formed trio soon became a quartet as Nyphadora Tonks, Ted's daughter, joined them. Back to the lifts and the swarm of folded memos overhead.

As luck would have it, Author Weasley of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts stepped into their lift. The redhead noticed Heero's visitor badge and curiously questioned him about the organization. Then came questions on the mechanics of a pistol, the purpose of a rubber ducky, and how electricity worked. If anyone who had known Heero Yuy for more than a day were to see this, no doubt that person would be surprised at the former Gundam pilot's show of patience. Arthur was so caught up in his questions that he didn't notice that he had followed the group to the minister's office.

The group of five came to a halt at the pervasive "hem hem" of Undersecretary Delores Umbridge. "Do you have an appointment? The minister is a very busy wizard, after all," the woman simpered.

Heero snorted at the sight of the witch. "I've heard of fairytales where a prince is turned into a frog. That spell must be gender-specific." The unpleasant looks his companions were shooting at the toad-like witch broke at the teen's comment; the DMLE head tried to stifle her reaction, but Arthur and both Tonks couldn't help the at least smirking if not snickering.

Amelia took advantage of Umbridge's outraged sputtering to usher the group into Fudge's opulent office. Once the door shut between them and Delores, Arthur, Ted, Nymphadora, and Amelia broke into various levels of laughter while Fudge himself seemed confused. The younger Tonks clapped a hand onto Heero's shoulder, "I like you already!"

"Now, what is the meaning of this?" Cornelius Fudge pounded a pudgy fist on his desk.

Madame Bones took the lead. "Minister, I have been made aware of a new international law that has yet to be implemented."

The minister took in Heero dressed in his full Preventers uniform. Then his pale blue eyes scanned the assembled witches and wizards before him. "Yes, yes. Well, details to be arranged, Madame. Lots of odds and ends to be seen to."

"Other countries with larger magical populations have had no problems," Heero replied.

And so at least an hour was spent with Minister Fudge hem-hawing with excuse after excuse, and the others countering every attempt to dismiss the issue. At nearly an hour and a quarter, the Floo activated, and Lucius Malfoy stepped into the room.

"Minister," the blond nearly purred, "you were late to our luncheon, so I came to fetch you myself. Ah, I see you have company."

Heero grunted, then shook his head in contempt. He reached into the inner pocket of his Preventer jacket to retrieve two envelopes. The agent slapped one envelope to Fudge's hand and the other to Malfoy's arm. The names of the wizards appeared on their respective envelopes. "You have officially been summoned to register in accordance to the Family Reconstruction Act. You have five days to present yourselves and your families to the address listed within, or else Preventer agents will be dispatched to escort you."

With that, Heero turned around and left the office, the others followed him without a word. Once they were in the lifts, Arthur snickered. Then Ted chuckled, and Nymphadora giggled. Madame Bones smirked. Heero merely crossed his arms.

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Somewhere, in an Earth-stationed Preventers office, a parchment filled in with names and addresses. Recently added via magic was Cornelius Fudge; swiftly following that name was Lucius Malfoy, with the names Narcissa and Draco branching off. Soon the name and address of Delores Umbridge joined the list as Fudge passed the envelope to his undersecretary. Preventer agent and witch Juliana Romandy typed the newly appeared information into her computer, adding the data into the database.

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The residents of Privet Drive, Surrey, noted a non-descript rental car driving up and down the street. What they were unaware of was that the driver was cursing the nearly identical houses, as they were throwing off his sense of direction. At last the dark blue sedan pulled to a stop next to Number Four's driveway, and the driver climbed from the car.

Number Five's housewife peered over the fence to see the young Chinese man in a Preventer's uniform knock on the Dursley's door. He waited a moment then knocked again. The housewife cleared her throat, "They're not here, dear. The Dursleys left about two hours ago."

Chang Wufei turned his dark-eyes gaze to the neighbor. "I see, thank you. Do you, by chance, know if they took their nephew, Harry, with them?"

"Oh my!" the middle-aged woman simpered. "Is that boy in trouble? Petunia did say that he goes to a boarding school for incurably criminal boys."

Wufei raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "I can't say I've ever heard of such a school. But no, Harry Potter is not in trouble with the Preventers. I'm here because the Family Reconstruction Act registration database found a familial match on his father's side of the family."

The woman gave a bright, fake smile. "That's lovely news. Petunia and Vernon are always talking about how that boy is a nuisance. Perhaps this new relative will take him."

Hands fisted behind his back, Chang tried again, more directly this time. "Did the Dursley family take Harry with them?"

"Hmm? They may have left him with Mrs. Figg. She's a bit batty, Mrs. Figg. Collects cats like some people collect stamps."

With a stiff bow, the young man returned to his car and headed to the cat-lady's house. Again, he had to circle the block to verify the address. Wufei parked next to the driveway and cautiously approached the door. A quick knock on the door was met by the yowling of what he could only assume to be guard cats. He happened to glance down and noted a calico paw swiping at him from the letter flap.

The scuffling sound of house slippers barely raised while walking slowly got closer. An old woman grumbling about cats underfoot could be heard through the barrier. Soon enough, locks turned over and the hunched elderly woman cracked open the door.

Despite mentally preparing himself for the smell of too many cats in far too enclosed of a space, the smell still winded the former pilot. Wufei coughed into his fist, hoping to clear his throat. "Hello. I am Chang Wufei with the Preventers."

The little old woman interrupted. "I have already gone to the clinic to get registered for that Reconstruction Act. Oh, did you all find someone related to me? That would be exciting."

Well, this is awkward, Wufei thought. "Mrs. Figg?" He continued at her confirming nod. "To my knowledge, we have not yet found a match in your file. There is still roughly thirty percent of Earth's population to register, so don't lose hope. Actually, we have a familial match on a boy named Harry Potter. His neighbor said he might be with you."

Mrs. Figg gasped in surprise. "Mr. Chang, please tell me. Is the match to a living person or deceased? Little Harry was orphaned at fifteen months old, you see."

The Preventer found himself smiling at the woman's concern. "The match is to a living person, ma'am. In fact, I know this individual personally."

Arabella Figg nodded to herself. She'd been telling Dumbledore for ages just how cruel the Dursleys were to Harry; maybe now he'll have elsewhere to go. "All right, Mr. Chang. Harry is inside. Why don't you come in, and I'll put on the tea."

And so Wufei entered the cats' den. He soon found that his years of martial arts training helped him be mindful of where he stepped amongst the various furred creatures. The agent was led to a quaint sitting room. Dark eyes could barely discern the shape of a boy slumped across the loveseat, what with all the cats that made themselves comfortable on him.

"Those awful Dursleys work him to the bone. Poor dear is exhausted, so I'll wait to wake him until the tea is ready." With that, Mrs. Figg bustled into the kitchen.

Wufei took in the room with a sweeping gaze. Floral wallpaper, a few china plates hung up, a curio cabinet full of generic knickknacks, a matching set of two armchairs and loveseat, and a wooden coffee table with glass insets. And of course, over a dozen cats congregating in the room. As for the boy, dark hair obscured part of his face, the crooked glasses hiding another part, and a cat rubbing its head against his chin barely left his mouth visible. Far-to-large clothes hung off of his thin frame in repose. Dirty, scuffed trainers hardly fit to be called shoes rested on his feet. The agent frowned at the boy's apparel.

The teakettle whistled in the kitchen, and the woman could be heard muttering to herself as she pulled it from the stove. Shortly after, clattering china echoed towards the sitting room. Wufei hurried to the kitchen and offered to carry the tea tray Mrs. Figg had prepared. She thanked him and complimented his manners. With the tray safely in Wufei's steady hands, they re-entered the sitting room.

Apparently the steaming kettle had woken Harry. The boy sluggishly sat up, rubbing his eye before straightening his round glasses. He opened his mouth to ask something but froze at the sight of the stranger.

Dark eyes met emerald green momentarily. "Hello. Chang Wufei of Preventers. I'm here as a follow up for the Family Reconstruction Act registration."

"Let's sit down to tea, dears," Mrs. Figg urged. Tea time passed uneventfully. Biscuits were eaten, tea drank, and cats sat all around. "Now, Mr. Chang," the old woman put her cup and saucer back onto the tray. "You said earlier that the registration database found a familial match."

The Chinese man dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Yes. It is protocol to verify the findings at a clinic, where possible. Then the parties have the chance to meet and introduce themselves. In this case, Preventers' top medical personnel have verified the match, as this match is to someone of special interest." Wufei mimicked the hostess by placing his saucer and cup onto the tray. "As I understand it, you, Mrs. Figg, are watching Harry while his relatives are away?"

"Yes, they're on a day trip, and didn't want to leave him at home alone."

Harry shifted, uncomfortable being spoken about as if he weren't there. He was glad his babysitter seemed to have found new family or at least news of a missing relative.

Wufei nodded. "In that case, I'll be escorting you both to the clinic, where we'll meet that familial match."

Mrs. Figg clapped her hands in excitement. A crazy cat-lady she may be, but she caught how vague the agent had been. "Harry, be a dear and rinse the tea things. Just set it in the dish drainer when you're done. I'll write a note for your aunt."

The nearly-thirteen-year-old nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Figg." With that, Harry collected the remainder of the set onto the tray and hurried into the kitchen.

Former Gundam pilot Chang Wufei almost felt bad for not telling Heero's half brother the full truth. Part of him wanted his stoic friend to see the surprise on the younger boy's face. Another part of him swore he spent too much time with one Duo Maxwell for the sudden mischievousness. Still, he schooled his face into a neutral expression as he idly surveyed the room again. The only difference he noted was that one of the many cats must have been laying on a previously unseen newspaper. Black brows drew together in confusion - it seemed the partially hidden photograph emblazoned on the front page moved.

Wufei glanced to Mrs. Figg, who sat with her back to him as she wrote out the note for the Dursleys. Confident it would go unnoticed, the Preventer gathered the paper for a quick look over. Indeed the picture moved, showing a man being restrained as he laughed hysterically. The headline identified him as murderer Sirius Black.

A gasp from the elderly woman drew the agent's attention to her. Arabella Figg held a trembling hand over her heart. Her wide eyes flashed from the paper to Wufei's face and back again. Apparently the young man understood her shock and sent the newspaper under the sofa cushion with a wandless, wordless spell, guided only by a subtle hand gesture and will. Now the Squib had a new reason to gasp.

Harry stuck his head around the corner, having heard the gasps. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, yes," Mrs. Figg was quick to cover. "Just realized I'll need to put out more food and fresh water for my babies."

The bespectacled boy nodded before returning to his task. Wufei offered to help fill the cats' many dishes, which was accepted. Harry returned to the sitting room as the last bowl was set down. Soon enough, the trio was on their way to the meeting place.

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Preventer agent Duo Maxwell reclined in a waiting room seat in the FRA approved clinic. He would occasionally check the GPS in Wufei's phone to keep his best friend from overreacting. For said best friend, overreacting could include stalking the Little Whining suburbs with an automatic machine gun and who knows how many side arms.

Duo could admit, three agents seemed a little much to fulfill a simple FRA meet-n-greet. Between Dr. Jones's suspicions of abuse/neglect and the fact that the familial match was for Heero Yuy, the extra manpower made a bit more sense. Heero was the one who had a new brother, so his presence was a given. Duo was there to observe if the boy showed signs of the suspected abuse, but his accidental magic had flared destructively when he'd witnessed the abuse firsthand before. And so, Wufei was the neutral party to escort the half-brother. The agents that the boy had previously met were on assignment in another part of Surrey.

Speaking of those previously met, Dr. Martha Jones had just sat next to him. The woman glanced at the pacing Preventer and asked, "Have they got into the car yet?"

Duo watched Heero abruptly turn in that strange way he did while pacing. "Yeah. It looks like they're finally on the way. Wufei's had to go to a different house in the neighborhood to get the boy. I guess it took a while to explain what's going on. I mean, it's a lot to take in for a normal nearly-thirteen-year-old, right?"

Martha nodded. "I think some adults have trouble initially, too. For some, it's a big shock, being told there's family they never knew about. Or family they had thought dead suddenly pops up."

The clinic doors whooshed open to admit two people. Heero spun to face the newcomers while Duo and Martha leapt to their feet. The two males paused at the sudden attention, then were confused at the sense of disappointment radiating from the others.

Amos Diggory placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Um, hello. We've come to register for that Family Reconstruction whatnot. Is this the right place?"

Dr. Jones approached the two with a happy smile. "Right, you are in the right place. I'm Doctor Martha Jones. Those two," she motioned to Heero and Duo," are waiting for someone." Martha fetched a clipboard from behind the reception desk. "Now, I'll take you two back to the exam room separately, so you, sir, will come with me, and the young gentleman may wait here. Shouldn't take more than twenty minutes for each of you."

The fifteen-year-old turned wide brown eyes to his father. "It'll be alright, Ced," Amos assured his son. "Take a seat, and I'll be back in a jiff."

Duo, who was still standing, threw an arm around the younger boy's shoulders. "Don't worry, kid. Dr. Jones is nice, and the procedure for FRA registration is simple, if a bit time consuming. Your dad is in good hands." Gundam Deathscythe's former pilot led the boy to a seat and chatted on about what to expect in the exam room.

Heero stepped outside for a bit of fresh air, murky sunlight, and a moment of quiet. He - the Perfect Soldier - was nervous to meet a boy roughly three years his junior. He could admit to himself that it was strange; he felt no apprehension on dangerous, near-suicidal missions, yet his stomach seemed to clench and roll today of all days. Heero supposed that the boy was a complete unknown to him, is what caused the pseudo-nausea. The air, dim sunlight, and quiet didn't really help his nerves, but he stayed by the door until he saw Wufei's rental car pass on towards the parking lot.

AN: And there's chapter 2! I hope you have enjoyed it. The highly anticipated meeting of Heero Yuy and Harry Potter will occur next chapter, along with some humor from the others.